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My childhood dream was to become a doctor, donn a white coat and go about serving the sick, with a smile on my face ...it astounds me now, even to think about it because in general, I am not the smiling personality and the look on my face is quite stern unless I actualy smile or laugh. It could have started either after reading about Florence Nightingale in the school library or the sight of a tall smart lady with a white coat on her arm, daily in the bus, who got down at the Government Hospital bus stop - i still remember her face clearly. I managed to get admission into the City Medical College on my own credit, and it was quite a thrill. The course consisted of five and a half year of studies and one year of internship at the same local government hospital. After completing my first year though, i was unable to concentrate on anything i read (even fiction) and I stopped attending college. It upset my father very much, he consulted our family doctor and with his guidnace ...